Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

In the live broadcast room, Fang Bian sat up straight.

This is the first time I've received gifts worth over 10,000 yuan in all the time I've been live streaming.

Although he is a national champion, his popularity is still somewhat lacking compared to those "borderline" young ladies.

This makes receiving gifts convenient; holding a teacup, he leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Brother, I'm not bragging."

"As a professional player, I can explain an exercise to you, like police catching thieves or something, it'll be perfect."

He opened the search box and grinned as he typed.

"Brother, wait for me, I'll explain it to you, even more professionally than a professional commentator."

"Those people are no good; they can't see the details, and they can't even figure out who has the upper hand."

"Let me explain it all. I'll tell you everything clearly, from the punching techniques to the fighting details!"

"Look at Brother Ang, let me analyze this for you."

The live stream name can be searched for easily with a tap.

The moment the screen loads.

The next second, Fangbian was dumbfounded.

In the video, a group of armed police officers are seen taking turns using their weapons on the person in the center of the frame.

Fang Bian stretched his neck forward and took a closer look.

There were more than a dozen armed police officers, except for the leader who was empty-handed, the rest of them were all carrying batons!

They swung their weapons with a whooshing sound!

But the actor playing the villain in the middle didn't back down an inch.

I was so engrossed in staring at the screen that I was completely mesmerized!

Is this a film shoot?

Did I enter the wrong live stream?

Just as he was lost in thought.

A burst of golden light appeared on the screen.

A carnival woke him up.

[Convenient, didn't you say that with the national champion here, even unarmed fighters can't beat unarmed fighters?]

How did this person get hit?

what?

So, does that mean I didn't enter the wrong live stream?

It makes it easy to furrow one's brows.

"Wow, this doesn't seem like acting!"

But in the next scene, a group of people are seen fighting back and forth.

The thug in the middle didn't make a move at all, but the group of police officers with batons couldn't gain any advantage.

The viewers in the live stream burst into laughter.

You, a national champion, can't even beat an ordinary person wielding steel bars in a one-on-one fight.

[The thug was beating up a group of armed police officers with batons.]

It's convenient to show you if you don't know how.

"This doesn't make sense, guys."

"A group of people attacking one person, and they're armed, means the one who can fight doesn't get the upper hand. I just don't understand it."

"But if you say it's acting, I don't think so."

"The way these armed police officers fought didn't seem like a pre-planned, coordinated attack."

"If it's really acting and rehearsing moves, they take turns; it's impossible for them to all go at once."

"If they all attacked together, not only would an ordinary person be unable to withstand it, but even a Siberian tiger wouldn't stand a chance!"

The comments section immediately filled with messages.

Didn't you say you're better than professional commentators? Didn't you say they couldn't see who had the advantage?

Tell me, who has the advantage now?

The instant noodles looked troubled.

He smacked his lips and stared at the screen for a long time.

"hiss……"

"If I said that the criminals had the advantage, would you believe me?"

The screen went silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the live chat exploded.

[The criminal's advantage? ?]

You're a national champion, after all!

[You can't even beat a Siberian tiger, fine, but how come you can't even understand this!]

It's obvious the assailant was being beaten and couldn't fight back!

That conveniently triggered his stubbornness.

"No, it really is the criminals' advantage."

"This guy is definitely holding back!"

The viewers in the live chat immediately got excited and started mocking each other.

[Hilarious! They were beaten so badly they couldn't fight back, and they still call themselves the thugs?]

【Then let me ask you.】

Who's stronger, this person or a Siberian tiger?

Helpless, Fang Bian's lips twitched.

"Siberian tiger, Siberian tiger."

"but!"

He sat up straight and pulled the chair closer to the screen.

"You've all seen the video from a couple of years ago about a tiger in India that a group of villagers beat to death with sticks, right?"

"What do you think makes the terrifying upright ape so formidable?"

"What's impressive is that they can carry weapons and they know how to gang up on others!"

"With a group of people surrounding and beating us like this with sticks, even a Siberian tiger would have to think twice!"

He could easily point to Yi Zheng on the screen.

"But look at this person."

"Faced with such a large group attack, every dodge was extremely precise."

"To be honest, even if it were just a rehearsal, I couldn't fight this steadily."

"Anyway, if it were my turn, I would just set all these sticks on fire."

The viewers in the live chat were collectively shocked upon hearing this.

[You mean, you, a national champion, are less skilled in fighting than an actor?]

Someone else started arguing.

You mean this person is as powerful as a Siberian tiger?

[They actually said this creature only knows how to defend itself by covering its head, and is as formidable as a Siberian tiger.]

Conveniently rolled her eyes.

"Wait, why are there so many 'lover's'?"

"You guys are really determined to mess with the Siberian tiger, aren't you?!"

"Let me tell you, in close combat, the worst thing you can do is only defend and not attack."

He stared at the screen, his brows furrowing more and more as he looked.

"But since this person only defended and didn't attack, this group of armed police didn't gain any advantage at all."

"This is already outrageous."

He was arguing with the comments on the screen, but his eyes never left the screen.

In the footage, Yi Zheng indeed didn't move more than a few steps.

The armed police rained blows on him with their fists and batons, but not a single one landed on him.

Several people even used too much force, and Yi Zheng deflected their force, almost causing them to stumble and fall.

The unease in my heart only grew bigger and bigger.

If this is a pre-arranged routine, the choreography is excellent.

But the rhythm and the power don't seem like a set routine.

……

That is, when it's convenient to argue with fans.

on the rostrum.

When the camera cut to him, Director Wei's face was already ashen.

He turned his head and stared at the clerk beside him.

"Was this also part of your script?!"

The clerk was stunned, frantically flipping through the notebook, his face turning pale.

"Um... Chief, it seems... no."

Director Wei's chest heaved as he forced out the words through clenched teeth.

"You've completely disgraced us."

He raised his hand and pointed outside the wall.

"Look at the audience."

"A perfectly good counter-terrorism drill was turned into the crowd cheering for the terrorists!"

The clerk followed the director's gaze.

The scene outside the wall was indeed lively.

Some people rode on his shoulders to see, while others clung to the flowerbeds and shouted.

"Good! Well done!"

"Let's play a little longer!"

"Good job, thugs!"

The sight made Director Wei's temples throb.

He glanced down at his watch.

"Alright."

"It's almost time."

"Quickly close the net, next step."

He waved his hand.

Upon receiving the order, the police officers under his command climbed out from behind the police cars.

A large group of people crowded around Yi Zheng, completely surrounding him.

Upon seeing this scene, Yi Zheng understood what was going on.

It's script time.

He raised both hands upwards, cooperating perfectly.

"I surrender."

As Yi Zheng raised his hand, a chorus of boos erupted outside the wall.

"Huh—"

"You can't afford to play this game!"

"So many people arresting just one!"

"A little longer, please. I want to see the thugs fight back!"

"Boring, so boring."

……

Behind the curtain backstage.

Just as Yi Zheng was being led in, he bumped into Wu Jing walking out.

The two met face to face.

Wu Jing stopped and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll contact you about the filming in a few days."

"But you're incredibly good at fighting."

He paused.

"Looks like I'll have to revise this script later."